Our flight was delayed until late in the morning. We sat around the airport dying to get going. I tried to get a nap in while sitting up in a chair. After a few hours, I gave up and found a bench to lay down on. I was glad I had my toilet paper with and some quaker oats bars. They didn't seem to want to tell us what was going on, which added to the frustration. Finally we got on the plane and headed to Mumbi / Bombay.

When we got there, we were told we missed the flight to England and the next flight they could put us on went to Germany, but it didn't leave until 8:30 tomorrow. I didn't believe them. How could a city this large not have an earlier flight out, when it was only 3:00PM. While we were standing in some passport line, I kept an eye on the first-class line. I figured anyone waiting on people flying first class must have some knowledge and clout. As soon as the last person was done being waited on in that line, I zipped on over to the counter. I told them I needed to get home. My daughter had been in a car accident and I needed to get home to see her. They had sympathy for me and wisked me off to a room where someone set me up on a direct flight to JFK airport in New York leaving at 1:00AM. She told me not to talk to anyone about it, because they would not be able to do this for anyone else. I felt bad for the others, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I went with the group to the hotel and showered, ate some delicious food and had a drink. It was nice to relax with the group for one last time. We got to call home for three minutes to tell them about our delay. I couldn't reach anyone and had to leave a voice message. I hope they get it.

Then it was time to go to the airport. I was suppose to leave at 10:30pm. When I went down to the front desk for my ride, they told me to have a seat and someone would be by to pick me up in 15 minutes. Here we go with Indian time again, only this time we were playing with my ability to get home. I was not going to chance missing my flight. I stood up for myself and told them I needed a ride now. They said five minutes. After five minutes I went outside to see if anyone out there could help me. The man in charge out there told me it would be another 10 minutes. Then I overheard them talking about a flight delay and how the van was going to wait for the flight to come in before heading back to the hotel. I asked him if I heard that right and he asked me when my flight took off. There was no way I was going to tell him. They would have me waiting there all night. I told him I was suppose to have left 15 minutes ago and that I needed a taxi right now. He agreed and got me one. Thank goodness.

When I got to the airport, everything went smooth. I got on the plane and away I went. The plane had nice seats and a video screen in the seatback. I got to watch a movie and many TV shows. I slept a lot and listened to my Zune. I felt bad though, because there were many open seats and I think the rest of the group could have fit on this plane. They didn't want to allow the rest of the group on, because it was a more expensive flight.